I was on my way back to San Francisco from recording a rather silly TWiT episode at the cottage in Petaluma and I spotted a field of cows bathed in the most glorious golden magic hour light I had ever seen. It was similar to the light in that scene in Transformers where minxy Megan Fox is slinking down a dirt highway and Shia is looking perplexed, anxious & slightly constipated. Like that only cows instead of beads of sweat on Megan Fox’s sweaty cleavage. < — I’m going to get so many google search hits for that. Stats score!
Anyway, I jumped out of the old gelapi of a rental van I was in and ran towards the field to catch the beautiful light. This was my first mistake. You see there was a new & very protective mother cow with her new baby calves. And as you might imagine, Mama Cow was not too happy at me for charging towards her kin with a huge sniper lens. Maybe she was shy about her post pregnancy baby weight or something? So I slowed down, pretended to shoot some flower macros on the side of the road and sneakily approached from the side.
Well, I guess Mama was no fool because as soon as I was close enough to take a shot, she let out the most horrific ‘Moo’ I have ever heard. This was no Fisher Price barn opening moo, but a “I will bore out your eye sockets for fun” sort of Moo. I saw death in that mama cow’s eyes. Skull n’ cross-bones death, I tell you.
This is when I realized there was a large barbed wire fence between me and Mean Mama, so I snapped the shot of her boyfriend, stuck out my tongue, and skipped away.